A place where you can be human.
Untrustworthy eye
Looks
At my outsides
My integrity unquestioned by me
But the eye what does it think?
My choices, conformed?
No, not conformed
Wait
There’s a blur
A space in which maybe
I’d do things a little different
if the lense did not exist
I make calls
to persuade the lense to look away
Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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